Monday, July 28, 2008

Our fortnight behind the Zion Curtain

The kids and I recently returned from our annual summer two-weekexcursion to Utah. Corey is absolutely 'thrilled' with these 14 days of bachelorhood and lives it up by watching endless hours of Tour de France, going on day long bike rides, picking up 4 extra work shifts, skipping dinner, and commiserating with our garage frog. (If you want to know the truth about his attitude, see Corey's blog). While in Utah, I have found that I have a fairly predictable pattern of behavior. There are just certain things that I have to do in order to call the trip a success.Just as I have concluded that there is snow running through Corey's veins and that he is happiest amongst the flakes, I also am convinced that red rock is coursing through mine. My soul seems to find its purest peace when I am in Southern Utah. I haven't been able to make it down there for the past 3 years and was more than excited to make the journey to Moab this year.

The Yellow Torpedo....our latest over sized family mode of transportation. It is a giant raft with no interior seating, but has proven sea-worthy. Our previous family transport was the Gray Bullet purchased in 1983, which was also over sized with no interior seating. I personally think this van was custom built for the mafia. Containing no seat belts and no windows, it was fortunate that it was built like a tank and protected the 10 kids bouncing off the carpeted walls during cross-country family vacations. The Gray Bullet is now driveway-ridden, but still highly functional as it houses loads of Mom's humanitarian projects. I am looking forward to more family adventures in the Yellow Torpedo. This smaller rented raft didn't fare as well and dumped my brother out during a particularly tricky rapid. His nick name in high school was "The Maytag Master" (now that I think of it, I don't know why, but I am sure that it involves something he should have been suspended for) and he earned his moniker today by surviving one of the Colorado Rivers "washing machine" eddies. You can spot Savanna's bright red shorts up front where she was slammed against sister #7's knee and suffered a severe bloody nose.Howard is still out of the boat and his wife has no idea that he was gone. This is a good thing because she is really the only one that is still paddling at this point.I see Savanna's bloody face and am doing a little panicking of my own. There is no more horrible feeling than seeing your daughter hurt and being completely unable to reach her. Carrie (sister #6) is our River Guide and is preparing to save the other boat. She could have done it too. We were all safe and none of us were so traumatized that we couldn't do another day trip on Monday. I was traumatized enough to make sure we all rowed clear away from the most dangerous (and funnest....funnest? Most Fun? I need to go back to school) rapids.

Moab at night. I never camped here in a tent before I had children. It seemed a little blasphemous to separate myself from this natural cathedral. Children are a great force for change. I saw the lizards, the toads, the mosquitoes, the King Kong Beetles, and the Hissing Cockroaches and couldn't stand the thought of something crawling into their sleeping bags during the night.

Considering that the kids spent a large portion of their time catching Lizards, hissing cockroaches, and enormous toads, they probably would have welcomed one in their sleeping bags.

Ansel seriously declared more than once, "I really really want to see a dinosaur". He was sure that they must still exist here.

Water and MUD....what more could a kid want?

Ansel finds some partners in GRIMEAnsel is Asher's mentor and tutors him in the ways of making dirt angels. Asher surpasses him in skill in no time. Great things we expect from you, Asher.

Savanna needs a break from all this vacationing and takes a little nap in Onion Creek I have had a little dare volley going with my niece, Ambryn, for several years now. Visiting Utah involves expecting spontaneous dares from her and inventing deliciously embarrassing dares for her. This one was easy and only involved kissing a toad. I must arrogantly brag that she has refused far more dares than I have. I didn't get to see her much this trip and only had to smash an ice cream cone on my forehead immediately upon receiving it from the Dairy Queen employee. Bring it on Ambryn!!

Ritterpated

The first time I heard Josh Ritter was during a ski movie at the Banff Film Festival in 2004. It was love at first chord. I stalked his name in the credits and immediately purchased a cd. Then another. Soon I took the relationship further and introduced him to my friends and family. They instantly approved. Last year, I was finally able to see him play in Portland. You know when you see someone in concert and it is a bit of a let down because of their poor stage presence and it seems like you are bugging them by watching them play or that they are just sick and tired of playing?(i.e. Ryan Adams, Bright Eyes, Phish) And you know when you see someone in concert and you like them even more because you can sense that they truly love what they are doing and are have made an emotional commitment to their lyrics? You can't really know Josh Ritter's music until you watch him perform. I am a bit hesitant about proclaiming his greatness. Maybe I am a little protective. Possibly I am selfish. And I don't fully trust that his growing fame won't tarnish his small town humility. And maybe its bugging Corey a little....( I don't think it is any different from his long-time 'Tweederpated' crush on Jeff Tweedy? In conclusion, I just think Josh Ritter's music could end all wars.I was able to see him for the 3rd time at a free concert at the Galavan Center in SLC. I again felt protective when I talked to some people who were just there for the free music and didn't even know who J.R. was. He put on another fantastic show. For the first time in my life, I waited in the after concert fan line.....not really knowing why or what I would say. I bought this book so he could sign it for me. Why do we do this? What are our intentions? It is such a strange human behavior. Anyway, Josh is known for being very personable with his fans. He gave me a big hug and chatted with us about Moscow, ID where he is from, my bro-in-law who works in Pullman (he says hi, Joal) and asked about what I do. It would have been a fairly intelligent and normal conversation if i didn't blurt out idiotically, "I have loved you for years." Oh well. I will wear a wig at his next concert.

I have never returned to Utah without hiking up Rock Canyon. This was my second campus during my high school and college years. I may have learned more here than in actual class (Stay in School kids). This trip I was able to do a midnight full-moon hike with JULIA (a.k.a sister #4). Hiking in Rock Canyon during a full moon is an indescribable experience. Star Trek is the first thing that comes to mind. It is truly nether-planetary.

Hiking at Sundance is another must. Hiking with Melissa at Sundance is an added bonus. Melissa has always been and always will be the kind of friend who will put absolutely everything in her life on hold to go hiking with me. I was also able to have lunch with one of my dearest(oh how I hate that word) college friends, Amy. I hadn't seen her in 8 years and it is nice to know that time stands still for some friendships. Thanks for googling me, Amy.

We have never gone without a hot dog roast with grandma and grandpa"My Dad's a miracle and so is my Mom....With all the cats and kids that they've loved." Dar Williams.

My mother has 23.5 grandchildren and somehow continues to manage playing Red Rover and Monsterin the Park. She has survived hosting hundreds of massive cousin sleepovers complete with long, elaborate stories that begin long after I have reached exhaustion. This time she surpassed insanity when she got all of the granddaughters involved in cross-stitching simultaneously....while she canned apricots. If anyone wonders why I have "I suck" issues...meet my mother.

Bridal Veil Falls

dinosaur museum

Snowbird

Julia (sister #4) lives in a Stepford wives neighborhood in Highland. It is surreal in a really weird, but pleasant way. Everyone is super duper nice and friendly. All the women are nicely groomed with 3 kids and well-kept yards. They meet in the center every evening to swap newly tested granola bar recipes. I love to openly make fun of this place, but I do feel really safe and know that my kids and I love being here. Where else would you find a large pathway in the middle of the neighborhood to let your kids ride on their John Deere play tractor? Stepford wife and husband training ground.

Now that my Grandpa and Grandma P. are both gone, the house is for sale and we had our last family visit to the house. This experience jolted me a bit. I didn't like being there when they weren't there. The house had no heart and echoed in a lonely way. We were going through some of their things and I felt somehow ashamed in believing that keeping a piece of jewelry or household trinket would in anyway make up for them not being there. Yet I desperately wanted something tangible on which to cling. You never know how many memories a place can hold until you become aware that you will never be there again. I just read an article in Newsweek about grieving and the place in our brain that grieving takes place. It is in the same location that we feel joy and elation. I think this was why this was such a strange experience for me. I felt nostalgic and happy that I was able to have so many memories here and with my Grandma and Grandpa. But I was sad and sick from missing them. A juxtaposition of emotions.

My own childhood summer memories of visiting Utah Run as deep and thick as my Grandpa and Grandma P's red shag rug. The anticipatory excitement I felt as an 8 year old passing the "Welcome to Utah" sign after the 2000 mile drive is still vivid. Lagoon, home-made root beer and ice-cream, picking raspberries with my Grandma S., floating down their irrigation canal on floppy black inner-tubes, night games, fishing at Deer Creek .I can now sense this same excitement in my own children when we cross the state line. I wonder what memories, smells, tastes, and feelings they will carry with them. It is so much more than a vacation.

4 comments:

We've tried to avoid Utah as our yearly "vacation" destination, but your post made me want to be on the rafting trip next year.

That Dar quote sums up well your parents, especially if "birds" could be added in there as well.

It is weird to think that the house in Bountiful is going to be sold and we will likely never step foot inside again. I didn't grow up going there, but even the short time I spent there created memories; I could tell that the walls and floors and ceilings and objects held generations of memories. It truly was/is a grandparents' house. When we returned home to my grandma's funeral, it was strange to walk past my parents' old house on the way to the cemetery and know that someone else lived there.

I feel the same way about southern Utah, though that feeling for me extends throughout the 4-Corners region. There is an emotional echo there that I can almost hear.

Rock Canyon is a cool place. I have only hiked it once: during a summer solstice night hike with some of your sisters. It was a memorable hike.